After entering the room, the light became even darker, and the color tones of the surroundings became strange, as if it had a strange chill that did not belong to the present world.
At the end of the entrance, a figure stood quietly by the stairs leading to the second floor, deep in thought.
Upon seeing them enter, Ling xiyi pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and walked forward to welcome them.
"Why are you so slow?"
Li Rui was slightly stunned, and a bright smile appeared on his face.
"I'm helping you beat up the fierce snake ..."
However, when they were only an arm's length apart, Li Rui's fingers turned into iron claws and instantly grabbed her head.
The majestic and sacred Golden Dragon scales were almost solid, as if a Divine Dragon had stretched out its sharp claws.
BOOM!
Golden-red flames of extreme yang spurted out, burning the familiar face beyond recognition.
啊啊啊!!
